The mind is an amazing thing. It fills in the blanks. It creates fictions to cover gaps in the reality that it sees. I couldn't see what you could see...so your subconscious decided that I must be blind. A perfectly logical deduction but based on a flawed premise." I don't understand." You were lost. You've been stuck for a very long time. You were only seeing what your mind would allow you to see. You were living that one Thursday afternoon over and over again – stuck in one endless loop of. I put her on my couch hoping she could stay with me in the main house. If not i had a second plan I had paid contractors to make my basement basically another house. It had a toilet a shower and I had even brought some medical supplies just in case. I took off her tape and she yelled of course and then i tazored her and told her to be quite and like the sister I knew or else more would come. She was treating me like a bad guy asking me why I would do this and things like that. I felt offened. Monica took a seat by the window and poured a glass of wine, calming her palpitations. "Would you like something? I can send for beer or -" "Did you know I would come?" "No," Monica shook her head, "I had no idea, I wouldn't have selected you if I had known." "God, I'm glad Dad can't know," Ethan took off his jacket and sat down opposite Monica, "It's just to help with bills, mama." "I didn't know you had financial trouble baby, I'll always help you know." Monica took his hand across the. Thats okay. It was my fault. I was paying attention to where I was going. She seemed lost without the napkin and simply stared at his soaked suit, trying to wish it dry. He calmed her and grabbed another drink from a passing waiter. When he handed it to her, she seemed almost afraid to take it. They chatted after that and he realized she was shy almost to an extreme and he also realized the glasses and clothes could not hide who she was underneath. Later they had coffee at an all-night.